One pane of glass
is all which remain,
inside the pieces
of the window frame.
The house is vacant,
now for many years.
A neighborhood blight,
a story of long lost tears.
Who lived here,
so long ago?
Were they like us?
I wish I knew.
One pane of glass
is all which remain,
inside the pieces
of the window frame.
The house is vacant,
now for many years.
A neighborhood blight,
a story of long lost tears.
Who lived here,
so long ago?
Were they like us?
I wish I knew.